Climb that Mountain

I going to be brutally honest. I have been struggling lately. So many things are coming at me so fast; some good, some not so good. I am in the middle of the biggest break though of my writing journey. On the other side of the spectrum, I am the sole sibling taking care of a parent once again. Don't get me wrong; I'm grateful for the time and happy I still have a parent that is living. However, anyone that has been in this position of taking care of an elderly parent while still trying to raise your own children, work, do all the things that are required of you as a wife, mother, daughter, etc. you probably understand.

Which brings me to my title. Life has felt like climbing a mountain. I'm crying and screaming my way up that mountain. And it is hard. I want to slide back down and just sit at the bottom and feel sorry for myself. I hate climbing. I don't even hike. I like a straight path on an easy street. But my life has never been easy.  Life doesn't work that way anyway.

When I mentor young women, I am always encouraging them to keep going, trust, and believe that God has a plan. All of that is true. The journey to get there is the problem. As much as I would love to have an elevator to the top of the mountain so I don't have to suffer, it wouldn't teach me the lessons that climbing my way up would. I am finding that we are in such a rush to get to the top, we forget about all the blessings that are so small but mighty on the way up.

I tend to concentrate on the big problems that are right in front of me. I start feeling hopeless and weak. I am drained and tired. Then I can't see what would happen if I just start walking toward the goal again. I sometimes just crawl in bed in the middle of the day and try to close my eyes to make the world go away. Luckily, my spirit is stronger. It gently starts to fill my head with a hope and a promise to help me get up and keep going.

I am discovering that the journey on the way to the top can be a really crazy, exciting, and yes, tear filled time. And that's okay. As long as you keep climbing! I have so many opportunities coming up it is paralyzing. My mind goes straight to feeling so insecure and thinking they must have chosen the wrong person. They didn't. I can do this. I will do this. When I get to the top of that mountain, I want to look at the journey from bottom to top. Then I will celebrate it all the way through, because that is the point. We need to see the sufferings and the blessings on the way up to recognize the beauty of the finish line.

If you are struggling with something today that feels like a mountain of pain or suffering or just stress, remember the journey. Try to see some things that have happened along the way that were good and unexpected. I bet you forgot about them. Keep them tucked away in your heart. You will need them for the climb up.

What ways can you help someone who may be going through a hard time right now? Can you bring a little brightness to their life today? Maybe a phone call, a meal, a hug.

Did this encourage you to keep going to your mountain top? Leave me a comment and have a beautiful weekend peeps!